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Title: Just a Second
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae
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Summary: For a second, time stood still
Saturday
It was loud, like, ‘how can anyone think in this’ kind of loud. But I suppose it was to be expected, after all, it was a club. I didn’t even want o be here. I mean, I love coming here, but today was jut not the day. I blame Eunhyuk for my headache. Where was he anyway?
I turned, trying to find him through the sea of bodies surrounding me, and froze. For a second, our eyes met. In that second, time seemed to stand still. He was tall, and incredibly good looking, and those eyes. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. Even from across the room, I could see them. Dark brown, and filed with an intensity that made me shake.
Then Hyuk crashed into me and I watched those eyes widen before they turned away. Turning to Eunhyuk - who seemed just a tad bit too drunk - I shook of the feeling. But even while I drove him home, I couldn’t forget those eyes.
Our eyes met, and I froze, then cursed. Not that it did me any good. I’d meant to stay hidden, just so I could watch him. Like earlier, when he and his overly drunk friend took over the dance floor. I’d followed him, with my eyes - not a stalker - the entire night.
But why! Why did he have to see me, look at me? Lee Donghae, one of the most sought after. Make me even more aware of him. With those eyes that seemed to hold secrets, and a face that looked just a little too trusting.
I couldn’t let him interfere, not when he would never notice me. Not when anybody, not anybody, would expect me to act like a love-sick fool. And I wasn’t. At least, not completely….I think…
Whatever it is I felt for him, I couldn’t let him take over my life.
Friday
All week, all I did was look for him. Yeah, it may seem obsessive. And there’s more than a slight chance the he didn’t even go to my school. But hoping wasn’t illegal, though people might say I’m being a bit too weird… And yeah, there were probably better things I could and should be doing, like homework, and studying, and practicing for the concert thing, the possibilities were endless. Nevertheless, all I did was look.
Insane, crazy, obsessed, need-help. It was an endless rant in my head. Seeing him that day, almost a week ago, had tilted me off balance. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t concentrate. I could barely walk without bumping into at least one person, or zoning out. But I blame that one on small highways…and high school.
I closed the door to the music room, and sighed. Quiet. It was blissfully quiet. This was my place. The place where I could always unwind after school, and be in my own world, and not stress. It wasn’t like the teachers minded.
At sat down at the piano, my piano, and played. And slowly, I felt myself relax. Closing my eyes, I let the music wash over me.
I wasn’t going to look today. I promised myself that. Nearly a week and nothing, so it seemed to make sense to give up. Might as well practice, so there’s at least one thing I don’t mess up this week.
I walked down the hallway and froze. There was music. It came from the music room….which was usually empty…. Heart wrenchingly beautiful, it was filled with emotion, and pulled at mine.
Slowly, quietly, I pushed the door open. The melody grew, and filled the room with its sound. I looked at the piano, and gasped. It was him.
My concentration broke, and the cord turned into a jumbled mess. Something, or someone, made a noise. Tense again, I turned, and froze. It was him.
I watched him, as he advanced, barely making a sound, until he stood in front of me. His face was filled with confusion, and then he spoke.
“Who are you?”
One simple sentence. But it was filled with reverence, with wonder, and desperation. It seemed only fair that I should tell him. Him talking to me was enough for me to do anything.
“Cho Kyuhyun.”
I shivered at his voice. It suited him, and sent a wave of longing down my spine.
“Do you know what I’ve gone through this past week?”
His emotions flitted across his face; confusion, guilt, a bit tortured. He opened his mouth, and closed it again.
It made me feel a little daring. To do something I didn’t even plan to do. Trapping him against the piano, I leaned in, until I could feel my breath brush across his face.
“Do you know, what I want?”
I shivered, then panicked. I couldn’t think, couldn’t function, not with him this close to me. Not after holding on to my feelings for so long. I blinked, disoriented, and almost fainted when I saw him so close.
But then, why was this a bad situation? Why did being with him, near him, have to be so bad? It didn’t make sense, and I had a headache. I couldn’t figure it out. Frustrated, I let my eyes slide closed.
He had this look on his face, I couldn’t explain it. My brain wasn’t working. I gave in, and let my heart do the thinking.
His breath moved across my face, and I frowned, still trying to think. Why would he - his lips brushed mine, and I caught my breath, my eyes flying open in surprise. He did it again, and this time, I relaxed. I closed my eyes again, and let his warmth side into me.
I felt him relax, take a breath. Encouraged, I kissed him again. With I gentleness I didn’t know I had, I took his hand. It deepened, and I lost myself.
His eyes fluttered open, captivating me even further. Then my brain turned on, and I started to question myself.
When his face swam into focus, all I could think was how this couldn’t be real, but how real it was. When I could really see him again, he seemed uncomfortable, unsure of where he stood.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have…I mean, I didn’t even-even ask, and…”
He was so adorable stuttering and trying to back away, even while he held my hand. I stood; he wasn’t that much shorter than me.
I lifted my hand.
I hesitated. For some reason, I couldn’t just leave. I stared at his hand. And wondered. I could let this go on, or I could leave now, and never be able to look at him again.
I chose.
He turned his face into my hand, and we both breathed sighs of relief. I turned his head, and out lips met. Somehow, now, I felt complete.
It was fleeting, and it was sweet. I stared up into his eyes, those eyes, and smiled. Life, was good.
Title: Just a Second
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae
Category:
Summary: For a second, time stood still
Saturday
It was loud, like, ‘how can anyone think in this’ kind of loud. But I suppose it was to be expected, after all, it was a club. I didn’t even want o be here. I mean, I love coming here, but today was jut not the day. I blame Eunhyuk for my headache. Where was he anyway?
I turned, trying to find him through the sea of bodies surrounding me, and froze. For a second, our eyes met. In that second, time seemed to stand still. He was tall, and incredibly good looking, and those eyes. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. Even from across the room, I could see them. Dark brown, and filed with an intensity that made me shake.
Then Hyuk crashed into me and I watched those eyes widen before they turned away. Turning to Eunhyuk - who seemed just a tad bit too drunk - I shook of the feeling. But even while I drove him home, I couldn’t forget those eyes.
Our eyes met, and I froze, then cursed. Not that it did me any good. I’d meant to stay hidden, just so I could watch him. Like earlier, when he and his overly drunk friend took over the dance floor. I’d followed him, with my eyes - not a stalker - the entire night.
But why! Why did he have to see me, look at me? Lee Donghae, one of the most sought after. Make me even more aware of him. With those eyes that seemed to hold secrets, and a face that looked just a little too trusting.
I couldn’t let him interfere, not when he would never notice me. Not when anybody, not anybody, would expect me to act like a love-sick fool. And I wasn’t. At least, not completely….I think…
Whatever it is I felt for him, I couldn’t let him take over my life.
Friday
All week, all I did was look for him. Yeah, it may seem obsessive. And there’s more than a slight chance the he didn’t even go to my school. But hoping wasn’t illegal, though people might say I’m being a bit too weird… And yeah, there were probably better things I could and should be doing, like homework, and studying, and practicing for the concert thing, the possibilities were endless. Nevertheless, all I did was look.
Insane, crazy, obsessed, need-help. It was an endless rant in my head. Seeing him that day, almost a week ago, had tilted me off balance. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t concentrate. I could barely walk without bumping into at least one person, or zoning out. But I blame that one on small highways…and high school.
I closed the door to the music room, and sighed. Quiet. It was blissfully quiet. This was my place. The place where I could always unwind after school, and be in my own world, and not stress. It wasn’t like the teachers minded.
At sat down at the piano, my piano, and played. And slowly, I felt myself relax. Closing my eyes, I let the music wash over me.
I wasn’t going to look today. I promised myself that. Nearly a week and nothing, so it seemed to make sense to give up. Might as well practice, so there’s at least one thing I don’t mess up this week.
I walked down the hallway and froze. There was music. It came from the music room….which was usually empty…. Heart wrenchingly beautiful, it was filled with emotion, and pulled at mine.
Slowly, quietly, I pushed the door open. The melody grew, and filled the room with its sound. I looked at the piano, and gasped. It was him.
My concentration broke, and the cord turned into a jumbled mess. Something, or someone, made a noise. Tense again, I turned, and froze. It was him.
I watched him, as he advanced, barely making a sound, until he stood in front of me. His face was filled with confusion, and then he spoke.
“Who are you?”
One simple sentence. But it was filled with reverence, with wonder, and desperation. It seemed only fair that I should tell him. Him talking to me was enough for me to do anything.
“Cho Kyuhyun.”
I shivered at his voice. It suited him, and sent a wave of longing down my spine.
“Do you know what I’ve gone through this past week?”
His emotions flitted across his face; confusion, guilt, a bit tortured. He opened his mouth, and closed it again.
It made me feel a little daring. To do something I didn’t even plan to do. Trapping him against the piano, I leaned in, until I could feel my breath brush across his face.
“Do you know, what I want?”
I shivered, then panicked. I couldn’t think, couldn’t function, not with him this close to me. Not after holding on to my feelings for so long. I blinked, disoriented, and almost fainted when I saw him so close.
But then, why was this a bad situation? Why did being with him, near him, have to be so bad? It didn’t make sense, and I had a headache. I couldn’t figure it out. Frustrated, I let my eyes slide closed.
He had this look on his face, I couldn’t explain it. My brain wasn’t working. I gave in, and let my heart do the thinking.
His breath moved across my face, and I frowned, still trying to think. Why would he - his lips brushed mine, and I caught my breath, my eyes flying open in surprise. He did it again, and this time, I relaxed. I closed my eyes again, and let his warmth side into me.
I felt him relax, take a breath. Encouraged, I kissed him again. With I gentleness I didn’t know I had, I took his hand. It deepened, and I lost myself.
His eyes fluttered open, captivating me even further. Then my brain turned on, and I started to question myself.
When his face swam into focus, all I could think was how this couldn’t be real, but how real it was. When I could really see him again, he seemed uncomfortable, unsure of where he stood.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have…I mean, I didn’t even-even ask, and…”
He was so adorable stuttering and trying to back away, even while he held my hand. I stood; he wasn’t that much shorter than me.
I lifted my hand.
I hesitated. For some reason, I couldn’t just leave. I stared at his hand. And wondered. I could let this go on, or I could leave now, and never be able to look at him again.
I chose.
He turned his face into my hand, and we both breathed sighs of relief. I turned his head, and out lips met. Somehow, now, I felt complete.
It was fleeting, and it was sweet. I stared up into his eyes, those eyes, and smiled. Life, was good.